Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1887-01-28
PHGBUS OR CUPID.

waving banners of the cornfeld Hud-
died beside the corn, as If to get the
benefit of narrow strip of ragged
glory of that patch was not its much
naligned fruit, but the frisky insects
which were eating its strength away.
"Out of sorrow cometh joy" for some
one, nearly always. The sorrow of the
farmer was the joy of the scientist; for
the little poacher on the vine was the
potato-bug, the far-famed Colorado
beetle, Doryphora decem-lineata. Be-
sides Doryphora, in the pitiless glare of
the sun, knelt Professor Timotheus N.
Jones, assistant state entomologist,
spectacles on nose, microscope in hand,
glowing with enthusiasm, pimpled with
heat.
Professor Timotheus N. Jones was a
great genius, but even the immature
young potatoes in the adjoining field
must have winked their blind eyes at the
man who would kneel in that tempest
of sunshine without cabbage leaf in his
hat.
Ignorance and immatnrity generally
| dt SCleHCe, Oub tlIilc Tile oOlci-
lists symptoms endorsed them. A pain
about the size of mans hand, slapped
the top of the assistant state entomolo-
gist's head. The mate to it gave his di-
gestive organs a shake. Then a thrill
went down his spine; then he was very
warm; then he was chilly; then he felt
faint; after which he did not feel at all.
When Timotheus recovered conscious
ness he was in a cool room. He took
cognizance of its having windows draped
with muslin curtains. The swaying
motion of these adornments made him
dizzy, SO he closed his eyes again.
Don't speak," said voice. Lie per-
fectly quiet till the doctor comes"
He had no intention of speaking. but
this moved him to inquire "Where
am II"
AT my house." said the voice, which
emanated from a comfortable, middle
aged farmeress, who was applying mus
ard plasters to the soles of his feet. my
son found you over in the corntield and
brought you in. He's gone for the doctor
now. Ssh! don't talk. You amt
lead.
There! Miss Rose" continued the
voice, after an interval, Il wouldn't put
IN any more ice if l was you. Amt it a
mercy the ice-man came yesterday! He
20 often forgets us country folks. Why
ion't Andy come with the doctor!
Ssh! don't talk to him There's
nothing so bad for sick people as to talk
% EN-"
Again the aching eyelids Enclosed, and
Professor Timotheus N. Jones saw, bend
ne over him, the most beautiful blonde
ady he ever beheld. She looked as COO
md well-starched as the white dress she
wore, but what world of sympathy
vas in her heavenly-5lue orbs, as she
bent.thei gaze on the limp and PROSTATE
naturalist.
He is reviving Mrs. Lee. l think
can be of no further service; besides
there is Mr.. Andrew and the doctor
Poor mamma will be so frightened wheI
she sees Doctor Gray come in, if 1 an
oot with her to explain the cause of hi
'isit," said the blue-eyed maid.
She glided away, and, without any ap
parent reason, Professor Timotheus N
ZONES felt ill-used.
Alas for Tmotheus NJ! Before tina
moment of fate all womankind hat
ieemed to him to be divided into tw,
casses-fat women who kept boarders
and thin women who taught school
Dull as his brain was he made an in
Simultaneous resolve TO revise this cata
logue.
This new and perfect specimen of {
hitherto unknown species of the genu
muller he learned during his GONZALES
cence, was named Rosa Allen. She
with her invalid mother, had takei
board for the summer at the farmhous,
of "Widder Lee" parent of the goo,
Samaritan, Andrew.
Professor Timotheus engaged boart
ut this agricultural Eden, pre-
sided over by the wilder" Hi
physician warned him not t
Expose himself unduly to the direct ray
IF the solar luminary; therefore, as be
moved an industrious naturalist, he de
rided to sit him down in Mrs. Lee
parlof AID write up few hundred page
rom notes already taken on Doryphor,
decem-lineata.
"A change was lisped about tn
acacias" that lifted their blossoms to tn
farmhouse windows.
Farmer Andrew Lee was the man tina
.isped it, Professor" said that candi,
woman, one evening, after Miss Ros,
had gone up to her mother, you are no
I marrying man, are your"
The embarrassed professor stammere,
an incoherent reply.
Just SO; thought So" said the other
taking the answer for granted. "Now
am, and what want to ask of you is
that, you Icing as you are, and bein,
as are, you tXke back seat, and Civ
VAC a better Glance"
"To-ah-l Gear, my friend that d,
not quite comprehend the true signifi
canoe of your last remark"
Il thought I'd made it plain enough,
said the farmer, Sturdily, while a fin,
crimson wave swept from his massiv,
neck to his narrow temples. "Wha